My Sweet Rose painting

My Sweet Rose painting
Naiade oil painting
Nighthawks Hopper
¡¡¡¡`She's coming! Strike up, Beth! Open the door, Amy! Three cheers for Marmee!' cried Jo, prancing about, while Meg went to conduct Mother to the seat of honour. ¡¡¡¡Beth played her gayest march, Amy threw open the door and Meg enacted escort with great dignity. Mrs. March was both surprised and touched; and smiled with her eyes full a she examined her presents, and read the little notes which accompanied them. The slippers went on at once, a new handkerchief was slipped into her pocket, well scented with Amy's cologne, the rose was fastened in her bosom, and the nice glov
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es were pronounced a `perfect fit'. ¡¡¡¡There was a good deal of laughing and kissing and explaining, in the simple, loving fashion which makes these home festivals so pleasant at the time, so sweet to remember long afterwards, and then all fell to work. ¡¡¡¡The morning charities and ceremonies took so much time that the rest of the day was devoted to preparations for the evening festivities.